I grew up thinking that the blue and white Miracle Whip salad dressing jar in the fridge held the same substance the rest of the world knew as mayonnaise. / Now I know that mayonnaise is something entirely different.

In his clear northern flesh and his fair hair was a glisten like sunshine refracted through crystals of ice.

A pragmatist would never plant such a messy tree, but I like its flowers.

I've never seen such people for borrowing and lending; there was dough changing hands in all directions, and nobody grudged anyone.